Summary

This is how she sleeps: the hatch of the AT-AT pulled shut, a heavy metal strut shoved in to keep it barred, the door kept in her eyeline just in case. Her back against a solid surface, a sharp knife under her pillow. Her staff always, always within arm’s reach.

She sleeps light enough that she can wake at the first sound. Other scavengers hoping for easy pickings, or a dust storm that might swallow her whole, or (she’s never stopped hoping) a ship carrying people she almost remembers. The last one never comes, but the first two do, enough that Rey’s forgotten what it’s like to sleep deep, to trust in the safety of her surroundings enough to let her guard down even for just one minute.

Summary

The thing that most people don't think about is this: if you remake the world to be nothing more than brimstone and fire, the people will rebel against their maker; nobody wants to live in Hell. If you remake the world as Utopia, somebody will question its perfection; there is always a skeptic.

Loki has a lot of practice remaking this world. Natasha has had even more making herself.

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Of course Derek has no idea how much work it takes to convince people you are a remorseless force of nature when you’re five foot two and cute as a button, and he’s going to ruin it all by wandering around looking like that.